FINDING LOVE

Chapter 28

Daina

BANG!! BANG!!!

I heard shots went off. "Nate." I whispered.

"I dont know"

I looked at the IPad and saw that it was Someone who had shot at the ceiling. Whosoever it is, they got nice swag.

We sat on the couch, waiting for August to call back. Nate was making calls, Deanna was talking to Ms. Claudine and I was watching the guys walking around the house looking for something.

"Mel ain't answering his phone. Something's not right." Nate said, staring at nothing in particular.

"Probably he's busy." I said.

"Yea I guess." He mumbled.

"Okay Ms Claudine." Deanna said, hanging up.

"What'd she say?"

"She's coming in the day before thanksgiving as promised."

"That's why y'all took so long on the phone?"

"You know old people, they have to say everything before they get off." She said and we laugh. Then my phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Baybeh I wantchu ta follow my instructions keenly cuz a nigga bout ta pull up aite?"

"Okay go." I sat on the sofa with the iPad in my lap.

"Tell me whea' them niggas at."

"Okay um, one of them is at the door with a gun. Two is at the pool area and the other is....."

"Bae what?!"

"She's on her way up here."

"She?"

"That's what I said!" I semi yelled.

"Aite uhm shit. I wanchu to distract the one at the do'. Use the iPad to start the washer in the laundry room and unlock the front door."

"Okay.... okay I'm done."

"Aite I'a comin' in. Guide me."

"Okay."

He walk in, adjusting his gun in his hands properly and his Bluetooth device in his ear. August looking around, making sure the coast was clear even though he had me in his ears. The men were still wondering where and how that sound just automatically played while the girl was opening doors with a silver gun, looking around. The guy around the poolside, however, was sitting on the lazy bench with his feet propped on top of the handle and his hand behind his neck.

August was on his way coming up slowly and observing carefully.

Shit! I mumbled to myself.

"August their coming up and they gun is pretty heavy." I told him.

"Dont worry ma. And you never mix gun with pretty baybeh. That shits just wrong."

"Hic est aliquis" I heard one of the men say. Someones here.

August stopped at the corner of the stairs as one of the men came up, leaving the other on the look out. As he pointed his gun and silently made his way up the stairs, August knocked him out with the back of his gun, causing him to become unconscious and catch him before he could fall. He drew him in the closet near the hallway and locked the door.